Save the Mazhu Shrine #拯救天后宮

Beneath a veil of white incense smoke, amidst the traditional Teochew architecture, the shrine keeper gazed upward through the skylight, her view now filled by the encroaching silhouette of construction sites that obliterated the sky. Her eyes, heavy with contemplation, pondered the future of this century-old sanctuary. Flanking her, two red candles flickered—a silent plea for a graceful conclusion to an uncertain fate.

Gone was the community that once thrived around this place. The vibrant market, a hub of life and laughter, had yielded to the relentless march of concrete and steel. She found herself wondering: would the journey of faith also come to an end in her generation?